Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

in sweat. Driving into the river was basically a death wish, wasn’t

want to live,

for blood. It was clear they

were as good as dead if they didn’t take

drove straight onto the bridge, smashing through the railings, the car plunging into the

attention of nearby

moment they hit the water, Zoey rolled down the windows and also

the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled with a strong sense of vertigo, she didn’t have much

her, she lost her breath and felt a strong sense of

to save herself. She was initially swimming up, but

risking her

she was about to turn back, a figure dived in from the surface, quickly swimming

see his face, but judging by his swimming skills, she knew she’d only get in the way if

suffocation, a pair of hands pulled her out.

was already dizzy from lack of oxygen and couldn’t

out and felt like her chest was about

about to die?

waist, and after reaching the shore, he laid her on

a sea of activity, with police and

and police were shouting through

to save people, but it was

the night was not lit by streetlights, only

for him to

the grass, soaking wet, her face as pale as a ghost, and her

was about to die, feeling like she couldn’t breathe,

someone pressing on her belly.

out some water, coughed a few times, then felt some air being passed into

touch was too real and natural as if it had pulled her back from death’s doorstep.

a daze, she heard a

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